Continuing to explore the dustiest corners of my mixed-up soul via the Enneagram and beginning to see it as someone, an ancient, literary friend of sorts…
who’s helping me understand exactly who I am.
— J.

Working daily in the messy compost pile of my life.
Digging deep and turning it over.
Searching through the festering, decaying soil
for signs of life, death and resurrection.
Discovering that there in my dirt
lies new life.
— J.

Learning to understand that the wounds that come through life are sacred wounds.
They come to destroy my false self
to get me down to something deeper
something better
a truer expression of who I am.
— J.